Everytime I hit the front page 
I am saddened by the tortured souls 
Who populate its halls 

I will not write sad poetry 
I will endeavor to brighten these corridors 
Feel free to join me.

Cana

Not a Poem

I won’t. I’ll try. 
But ultimately it won’t happen.
I’ll sit here with good intentions 
I’ll feel optimistic and chipper.
And then I’ll forget 

In the end my goal is to improve 
But just like many other projects 
It’ll end up on the curb. 

But I’ll certainly try. 
So let’s make this day one. 
Perhaps we’ll get to a “good enough” number.